"Jesus Christ! Look at you you filthy bitch!" I started crying again. She tossed the paper towels at me. I managed to catch two as the rest showered d...wn around me. "Clean yourself up!" She turned and left. This time I heard the restroom door swing shut. She just left me. She just left me alone in the ladies room covered in my own filth. The tears started fresh from humiliation and fear. I looked down at my self and started wiping my thighs with the paper towel in my hand.The first paper towel. Bad me mane night ko good night ka msg kiya uska bhi replay aya. Baad me baat age badhi thode din ke baad mane uske sath thodi romantic baat kiya aur baat karte karte mane pahele din ke boobs wali batayi. Pahale usne kuch bola nahi phir wo phone pe hash padi me samaj gaya ke wo ready he. Baad me hum log sex ki baat karna chalu kiya.Ek din plan banaya aur hum log hotel me gaye waha pe jake pahele to kiss kiya 10 min tak baad me mane uska kapada utarna chalu kiya kya maal lag rahi te must bade. Bo quietly assumed his position at the table. The salad course could have been a meal on its own. Multiple types of rolls were piled high in each bread basket. The din of polite conversation mixed with the clang of silverware on china. ‘Bo here is from Sweden,’ Van said to his companion. ‘He is double majoring in finance and English. He’s a wiz at both.’ ‘Thanks,’ Bo replied. ‘I hope to work in New York or London after I graduate in May.’ ‘English is too guttural,’ the matriarch declared.. Drying me off, you couldn’t stop telling me how sexy I was and how proud you were of me. As I lay there on the soft rose petals watching you dry me off, I can’t help but start to wonder what is next. As you finish drying off my toes, you throw the towel on the floor beside the bed and reach on the night stand for the massaging oil. “Turn over on your stomach.” I do as I am told and then I feel the cool feeling of the massage oil running on my back and thighs. You start massaging my neck and.